sharpen my body like a [bad word] on i need to show it
something too small for a lense
if [bad word] it if i wipe it

guiding with one single hand
nothing's wrong you like the feeling
i am all over the [bad word] on i need to show it

back on the mountain again
i was standing watching seasons
you're now my only friend
i'm too heavy, i'm the burden

sitting and picking on myself
it's a shiny, shiny morning
and when the light finds my eye
i'll be fleeting like a scent

i hold my breath and i count to three
on and on outworn
it must be five hundred degrees
will it show, in my show